Blow Away Wind, Blow Away

Swaying in one direction, is the only action In one rhythm as though in a hymn From right to left, is the only thing left Whether sturdy or small, whether weak or tall As the dictator indicates As water in a stream, as rain in a storm Demanding a response, in one course Accepting no rejection, detesting separation As if in a trance, they all must dance As the dictator indicates Over the hill, spinning the mill Grinding the corn, in a land worn Dried up and scorched, as though torched Having to rely, quite clearly As the dictator dictates